1. Notes: 1 / 1 year ago 

   The most exquisitely torturous Fantasm

   Ah, to awake sweating and breathless from a nighttime emissary apparition. Perhaps the only sadness which is briefly but intensely enlivening. Oh, but the melancholy afterwards… Still, it’s been a while now - is that a good thing?
   
   Gently I awoke, to feel you softly breathing
   abreast, in perfect frozen serenity you laid
   Still, I eyed you with a mindful disbelieving
   Far too immaculate a scene, which betrayed
   that in my bed, besides me, and deceiving
   my eager senses is really merely but a shade
   I wasn’t truly seeing, indeed just perceiving
   Realizing that ghostly remnants do pervade
   my dreamstate anew, fantasy begins to fade
   Again I wake, sorrowed chest weakly heaving
   
   Damned jerking reality shift tore me from vainest bliss
   Fabricated paradise! Yet one in which I’d fight to exist
   A frigidly icy space, as of an unmistakable emptiness
   belies this biting truth which now is shown far plainest;
   by me no-one lays, as only a silent void does persist
   It seems there’s an invisible, utterly impenetrable rift
   betwixt us, slumber’s vault harbors this shadowy Miss
   No efforts on my part can free her from dreamy midst
   
   Shamelessly panting and pleading, screaming silently
   All that I am now afforded is blurry, fading recollection
   and wretched thoughts on how good that it would be
   should my dreams, with their euphoric self-deception
   and splendidly beguiling finery, become awoken reality

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2. Notes: 9 / 1 year ago 

   Correspondence through Time (on the matter of Obsession)

   Part I
   
   First, a brief, but vitally important, letter to my past self,
   so a younger me might find it and save my mental health,
   it’s to be cast, once it is ‘bottled’, as far as possibly adrift
   on the sea of time’s shifting tides amongst the cosmic rift!
   
   ”Oh, you must preserve your sight as if it were your mind,
   and protect it by refraining from your prior profuse peeking
   For though rampant curiosity is not likely to strike you blind,
   what it is that your inquisitiveness will either come to find
   is the honest, brutal revelations they have inked in keeping
   with reasons good enough for the spurring of your weeping
   or maybe you’ll discover jibes written with the malice of unkind
   motives which memories and thoughts of you are now assigned
   
   Ah, but curiosity! That such oft famed lethal cat enticement,
   is so very likely to call to you so very kindly that my advisement
   towards avoiding the piercing pains of an after-fact realizement
   is still ostensibly to seem as an easily dismissed forethought
   so even as you read what I resignedly write about our hindsight
   being in your state of eager foolish stupor you’ll care for naught
   You’re probably still longing after what it is you’ve so long sought”
   

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